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THE GEOaQIAM’S MAGAZINE PAGE BROADWAY JONES Based on George M. Cohen 's Play Now Running in New York . Thrilling Story of "The Groat White Way." Copyright, 1912, by George M. Cohan.) B y BERTRAND BABCOCK. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. ttallace bounded from his chair, and, nioemnt, he strode toward the door whose intensity showed his feel- • Then he we nt back to the woman • inc in a chair. ie s. and add about thirty to your n he snapped. • What'” gasped the woman, confront .,, him as she got up. "How dare you, . 1,,, you know what you’re saying? But the torrent had started. 1113 words ~ - iv foaming and tumbling over one ■v ther. Wallace went on: ' ..your engagement Is all wrong-laugh , e The idea of a woman of your age imagining for a moment that this boy , foo i enough to mean such a thing. You . r e a sensible woman. Figure It out for yourself. Why, you’re more than twice his age.’* •What!" BITTER WORDS. •■He’s only 25.” You're a brute; Un vour friend. I’m trying to save from being made the laughing stock ,/; hP town. Jackson doesn't love any ir.g but a good time. Why, he doesn't Y:e anything seriously—especially wom- J To my knowledge, he's been en aged to thirty of them during the last twe years.” 1 don’t believe you,” snappea Mrs. 'very well, go ahead; It’s no affair of me." came from Wallace, as he made a gesture of helplessness. \ n .l you'll do well to attend to your own business, Mr. Wallace,” she retorted shrilly. \t this moment Jackson Jones entered f .his bed room. Unlike his divinity, ,> < re were signs of the night before about His hands were trembling, there was apparent a weakness of the knees, igh the morning "bracer” had partial • restored his ragged nerves. Upon his rather boyish face there was only seem ing delight at seeing a beloved object. He was singing "Love, Sweet Love, Is a Poet's Dream.” When he saw Mrs. Ger iro. he opened his arms, while his smile i f. ame more youthful tyian ever. • Beatrice, my little Beatrice.” he greet ed her. si., flew with the gait of a rheumatic en to that shelter and put her head on his shoulder. Jackson,’ she breathed, as softly as her « rn voice permitted. lien Broadway raised his eyes de tiantly to his friend. "Good mornirig, Wallace,” he said, quietly. Wiiile the young advertising man shook clean-shaven features In pity at what he saw, Jackson comforted softly his ■‘Beatrice." WALLACE IS FIRM. How is my little banquet queen this ruing?" he asked, with apparent ten derness. "I came here as happy as a lark, but > i.w I'm horribly upset”—in her quaver i cracked voice. , Why. what's happened to my little :n<! of pleasure?” he asked, softly. Till- man has been saying terrible HJngs to me.” I What food so delectable as a dish of 1 / Faust Spaghetti? Its savory aroma 1 / tempts appetite and help* digestion, 1 I It feeds the body well. I I AT YOUR GROCER S \ /I In sealed packages Sc and 10c \ MAULL BROS.. St. Louis, Mo. ffl nniKHiirfUJwi ° I/l! S >LI 1 11oi ’ S ft i jwl fW a > AJ L p n IS tflu What About My Suit? WHAT about my suit ? I start on my vacation next week and want to wear it, Coat ready for me to try on tomorrow? That’s encouraging. Vou will deliver it Saturday, sure ? Well, that’s fine. Good-by.” You are never disappointed if you keep in touch with your tailor by tele phone. When You Telephone—Smile SOUTHERN BELL TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY Broadway let Beatrice slip from his arms while he walked up to Wallace. "Why, Wallace, what have you been saying to little Beatrice?" he demanded. As Wallace shrugged his shoulders in disgust. Mrs. Gerard answered for him. “Called It a silly match. Said I should not take you seriously. Intimated that you really did not love me—and —and-—” "You said these things?" Broadway asked his friend, with apparent stern ness. "Yes. and a good deal more,” was the quick, bitter response. "Bob Wallace. I’m surprised at you. Shame on you.” "Oh, rats!” "Again. I say shame on you.” 1 “A joke’s a joke, but you’ve carried it too,far. Do you know the whole town’s laughing at the story in today’s papers?” Mrs. Gerard interrupted this sharp ex i change between the two former boon com panions with— " Jackson, are you going to stand there : and allow me to—” Broadway followed her closely: "No, him shan’t insult little Beatrice. You listen to me, Mr. Wallace. I’m more than 21 years of age and can come pretty near handling my own affairs. I'm in no need of a guardian. Without any ap -1 parent reason you’ve Insulted this lady, and you’ve insulted me. Now, sir, I de mand an apology." "You don’t mean you're really going to marry her?" exclaimed Wallace. HE APOLOGIZES. “Os course, we're going to get mar ried,” came from Mrs. Gerard sharply, while Jackson repeated promptly' and in ’ a sing song: ! "Os course, were going to get mar . ried.” Wallace turned to Jackson with: "Very well, then; I apologize,” and ad Jackson’s gesture, repeated his words t« Mrs. Gerard. She was not sure that shf • could accept the apology, but he as sured her he had thought it all a joke ! Angrily she replied to this: "And what right had you to think such a thing? Is it at all unusual that people 1 in love should marry?” "Why, no, of course not, but I—l— didn’t understand—l—” he stammered. 1 Then as Broadway began to sing soft ly, Wallace turned on him with white ! fury, and a return of his old suspicion. "Now, see here, Jackson, if you’re fool ing me I want to know. I—” Mrs. Gerard sang out: ’ "There he goes again—another insult.” 1 Jackson turned to Wallace. “You're not quite satisfied that It Isn’t a joke?” he said. "Then I'll put you right. It’s all true. We’re engaged. We are going to be married and we expect to be very happy. Do you believe it now?" “Certainly," answered Wallace, smooth ly. "Might I ask how long you’ve been : engaged?” Broadway’s divinity answered: i “We became engaged last night at din ner." A VERBAL SLIP. i “Yes, during the ice cream,” supple mented packson. "It all happened in a moment.” dream : ily and fatuously added Mrs. Gerard. Broadway tapped the fingers of one hand upon those of the other. > “Just like that—just like that,” he said. “Only one question asked, ’Will i you marry me?' And I said ‘Yes!’ ” To Be Continued in Next Issue. “Chinese Fashions This Season Give You Art and Beauty”—Vioia Allen BIF r -jsk \ \ A a ' //RzSi RL-"" Rk * 'i ■ I \VRfc. ’X. \ st •. XzSk i v\wl X X * xY-» » MW| II MISS VIOLA ALLEN, LEADING WOMAN WITH “THE DAUGHTER OF HEAVEN.’’ By Margaret Hubbard Ayer. THE woman who sat next to me at the theater during the matinee of the "Daughter of Heaven,” kept making curious little drawings on the borders of her program. There would be a tiny little design marked blue or pink, and it wasn't until she had sketched one of Viola Allen's cos tumes that I recognized her as the de signer of a big dressmaking establish ment, getting ideas for winter fashions. For this is going t<j be a season of Mings and Manchus, and the inspira tion is found in the gorgeous pageant at the Century theater, where Miss Allen presents a most wonderful picture as the Empress of the Mings, the Daugh ter of Heaven. It was after the great battle scene, where the young empress sees the last of her faithful followers imolating themselves on a funeral pile, that I hurried back to Miss Allen’s dressing room, to find the gallant empress still in full armor and not yet having cast off the glamor of the Stirling scene. It was she who explained to me the difference between the Manchu and the Ming, for I had picked up a photo graph of the actress in a gorgeous Chi nese costume, and asked if it couldn’t be reproduced. “Oh, no, that is wrong; that is a Manchu costume,” said the empress of Daysey Mayme and Her Folks LYSANDER JOHN APPLETON tried to get the needle over the thread. He bent over and .-quint ed. Then he squared off as if for a tight. But the thread slipped away every time he tried to throw the little steel lariat over it. Then he stopped long enough to sigh. “It seems," he said, appealing to the pillow cushions which were stuffed so big and fat they looked like rich men's wives, "to be regarded as more impor tant that a girl be taught how to use ==jl || B | (=i How to Make y Better Cough Syrup than ! a You Can Buy 111 A Family Supply, Saving $2 and Fully Guaranteed. HBlTfu iMI -iiEsjll A full pint of cough syrup—as much as you could buy for $2.60 —can easily be made at home. You will find nothing that takes hold of an obstinate cough more quickly, usually ending it inside of 24 hours. Excellent, too, for croup, whooping cough, sore lungs, asthma, hoarseness and other throat troubles. Mix one pint of granulated sugar with pint of warm water, and stir for 2 minutes. Put ounces of Pinex (fifty cents’ worth) in a pint bottle, then add the Sugar Syrup. It keeps perfectly. Take a teaspoonful every one, two or three hours. This is just laxative enough to help cure a cough. Also stimulates the appe tite, which is usually upset by a cough. The taste is pleasant. The effect of pine and sugar syrup on the inflamed membranes is well known. Pinex is the most valuable concentrated compound of Norway white pine extract, rich in guaiacol and all the natural healing pine elements. Other prepara tions will not work in this formula. The Pinex and Sugar Syrup recipe is now used by thousands of housewives throughout the United States and Can ada. The plan has been imitated, but the old successful formula has never been equaled. A guaranty of absolute satisfaction, nr money promptly refunded, go< • with this recipe. Your druggist has Pinex. or will get it for vou if n ot. mad to The Pinex Co., Ft. Wayne, lud. the Mings, and I felt as if I had com mitted high treason in displaying my ignorance of Chinese and art and etiquette. You see, an empress of the dynasty of Ming, even behind the scenes, and off the stage, and in private life, could not appear in the costume of the Man chu, the hated enemy of her race; for Ming and Manchu are different in taste and customs, and that shows itself in the customs, though both seem equally gorgeous, and both will be Copied by the woman who studies the art of dressmaking. The Mings, less well known to us than the Manchu race, went in for Di rectoire effect in clothes, with high waist lines and long flowing garments, covered with glittery things of exquisite shades. They stuck to pastel colorings except when they were fighting. No Waist Lines. On the other hand, the Manchus were the ancestors of our own Paul Poirot, avoided waist lines of any kind, and took their colors from Nature, who puts green and yellow, purple and scarlet to gether, without the slightest compunc tion and attains the most wonderful re sults. Only a fly with a thousand eyes or the poetic night which is supposed to have an equal number of optics, could take in all the wonderful beauties of the Daughter of Heaven. “Don't you think the clothes are ex- 13y Frances L. Gar side her hands in saluting the flag than upon what finger she will wear a thimble when she sews." she pillow cushions strengthened their resemblance to rich men’s wives by looking incapable of comprehension. “If I owned a real old-fashioned brass candlestick,” he continued, getting the point of the needle in his Anger, "1 would put a candle in ft and make a search for a daughter so old-fashioned she occasionally sewed a button on her father's clothes.” The needle went over the thread, and Lysander John made a knot at the end of the th!end as large as n bean. "Daysey Mayme,” he said to the pil low cushion ladles, "calls her knots I French, but mine originateln the Isle of ; Man." He smiled at his pleasantry as he I searched in a little bag for a button, but the pillow cushion ladies looked only a fatty indifference. "My daughter,” he resumed, "has a dress tills fajl trimmed with 3fi2 but tons. That,” with a sigh, "would be equal to one button every day in the year for me. “My wife," pulling the needle through the cloth so laboriously that he nearly fainted, "also has a dress trimmed in buttons 274, and not one in use. Hooks j and eyes just the same. "It’s al! the style this for women ; to wear buttons on their clothes—steel i and glass and cloth and campaign, and for the men to go without. I think I; must have been this unfair distributor! of buttons that made the men in Ohio] so mad they defeated woman suffrage." Perhaps the pillow cushion ladies looked contemptuous, contempt being the expression nearest fattj indict*-' cnee, but L> amici John was too mue.i I absorbed in hl« troubles to notice. . I "I’d get mad at having to do this kind | of work." he said, biting off the thread | "If it did any good, but a man's women j folks don't have anj mo.e respect fori his wrath than they have for ft storm I produced on tile stage.” Then he discovered lie had sewed the | button on vitli white thread! If. gave ; tile mild oath of a doormat man, sawed ' '. i" button off with Ilfs penknife and j j.m all oVe traordlnary?” said Miss Allen, after she had hurriedly disposed of the übiqui tous question of health and beauty, in these few words, "Health Is a question of common sense, diet, exercise and rest. lam sure every one must answer you in the same way, for that is all there is to it.” "Look at those gorgeous frocks," said Miss Allen as she opened a door and showed me a closet full of the most ex traordinarily beautiful garments, made of gold tissue, embroideries, beaded fringe, beautiful transparent fabrics, of fairylike coloring. “Do you know, I think only one of these dresses could be worn today, for women have developed so much indi viduality in their dressing that these frocks, instead of being startling or unusual, as coming from a far-off land, are appreciated for their great artis- i tie beauty.” Despite the long and very arduous role that Miss Allen has to play, she did not seem to be the least bit tired, for, as she said, she’s carried away by the spirit of the play, and never thinks of fatigue once she has gotten into her part. As she was still in her lighting cos tume of vivid’ yellow, a kind of Chinese Joan of Are, I asked her if she was as warlike off the stage as on it, and if "Votes for Women” was her motto. Has No Time. “I am ashamed to say," pleaded Miss Allen, in the gracious sort of way she has of speaking, “I simply haven't had time to study the question, and I really don’t know anything about it, but I vow that I will learn, for people are already beginning to ask me for my po litical sentiments, I suppose, because of the part I'm playing now. "One thing is certain. The Chinese woman eyen in fighting costume has less freedom than the American woman of today in her hobble skirts. Look at the shoes,” said Miss Allen putting out a little foot, in the double Chinese san dal, which looks so wabbly and uncom fortable. "These shoes are very hard to walk in at first, and I still think it's a very difficult thing to suggest dignity while tripping in the Chinese way and mak ing those tiny little steps. There is so much in the .way one walks; so much beauty and so much character. And the tiny step of the Chinese woman is not characteristic of our face, nor does it, to my mind, suggest the nobility and dignity which we demand in an imperial character.” That little matter of walking is only one of the millions of difficulties which beset the actres of the Chinese play. Those terrifically long finger nails—sign of Chinese aristocracy—were another. As I looked at Miss Allen I realized how good looking you have to be not to be completely disfigured by the slanting eyes and brows of the Chinese makeup. Miss Allen presents a picture of exqui site porcelainlike beauty, and she is quite Chinese, too, as you would see if you got close enough to her to see the black marks across her eyes and the high, flyaway eyebrows made with paint. "These are the most comfortable dresses in the world,” said Miss Allen, fingering her Ming frocks. It was time for me to go, but I've not made up my mind which I will be, Ming or Man cini; Ming, with long flowing garments, or Manchu, with a kind of middy blouse and short pleated skirt. Both are the latest thing in artistic fashions. IN WHICH PLACE? "He believes that the match was made in heaven.” "I guess it was. No one knows why on earth she married him.” HOW GIRLS MAY AVOID PERIODICJ’AINS The Experience of Two Girls Here Related For The Benefit of Others. Rochester, N. Y. —“I have a daugh ter 13 years old who has always been very healthy until recently when she complained of dizziness and cramps every month, so bad that I would have to keep her home from school and put her to bed to get relief. “After giving her only two bottles of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound she is now enjoying the best of health. I cannot praise your Compound too highly. I want every good mother to read what your medicine has done for my child. ’’ Mrs. Richard N. Dunham, 311 Exchange St, Rochester, N.Y. Stoutsville, Ohio. — “ I suffered from headaches, backache and was very irreg- ular. A friend ad vised me to ta k o Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound, and before I had taken the wholo of two bottles I found relief. I am only sixteen years old, but I have bet ter health than for two or three years. ■ : a * ft y-i ■ ■S3 “ * ■'* I cannot express my thanks for what Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound has done for me. I had taken other medicines but did not find relief.”—Miss Cora B. Fosnaugh, Stoutsville, Ohio. R.F.D., No. 1. Hundreds of such letters from moth ers expressing their gratitude for what Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound has accomplished for their daugiv ters have been received by the Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Company,Lynn, Mass. * Little Bobbie’s Pa < By William F. Kirk Yesterday was the first time i ever seen Pa lose two (21 argu ments. He newer lost any at times when he was arguing at hoam, but the folks that argued with him at hoam was all the time thinking of Ma, so thay newer contradicted Pa. Pa used to tell me that thare was two kinds of folks tn this world. He sed thay was divided like this: YES folks & NO folks. He sed that the YES folks was the kind that was Jiggering how they mite git sumthing out of you by saying YES to everything that you sed to them. He sed that here & thare you cud find sumbody that was a NO guy. A NO guy, sed Pa, is a man that doesnt care what happens. He doesnt care what anybody thinks of him. I am a kind of a NO guy myself, sed Pa. You doant tell me, sed Ma. The only time that you cud ewer have the currage to say No wud be wen sum body suggests going hoam. Wife, sed Pa, I am going to show you that I can say No, but that at the same time I can make every other man say Yes. How do you know that you can make every other man say Yes? sed Ma. By the sheer force of my person ality, Pa sed. The same way that Na poleon made his Holgers crawl oaver the Alps. I doant think them French boys was tikled to death to go oaver them mountings, sed Pa, but the Little Cor poral sed that they had to scale them peeks, & they scrambled. I doant beeleeve that you can maik any man that ewer lived say Yes to everything you say, sed Ma. At leest, you will have to show me. Jest then a frend of Pa calm in. I dident know what he did for a living, but the minnit I saw his eye-brows I seen that he was a Scotchman. Pa toald me long ago that the best way to tell a Scotchman was to look first for his bushy eyebrows & next for his big jaws. This frend of Pa's was a reglar Scotchman, I guess, beekaus he had bushy eyebrows & a big jaw. It was bigger on one side than the other, bee kaus I herd him telling Ma that his wife had lilt him with a rolling pin, by mis take. She thot she was swatting a fly. The minnit that Pa started in to talk about polyticks, I seen Mister Miicl’er- ferw* - O z « jfti' * anty\ y drudge \ V I \nty Drudge Explains How to Wash Blankets and Flannels. Mrs. Justwed —“Boo, hoo! Now I’ve gone and ruined this pair of blankets. And I was telling Jack this morning how I was going to save money by washing them myself.” Anty Drudge—“ We\\, dearie, that pair is shrunk and there’s no use crying over spilt milk, but you have learned a good lesson. In the future, you wash blank ets, flannels and other woolens in lukewarm water with Fels-Naptha Soap suds. You’ll hardly need to do any rubbing even. The dirt will fly and the things won’t shrink. They won’t get rough either.” And why do more than a million wo men use Fels-Naptha Soap regularly? Because it is such an easy cleaner— Because it saves work — Because it makes the clothes so white and sweet and pure — Because the clothes wear so much longer. I hey use Fels-Naptha for washing their finest frocks, their laciest lingeries. It won’t harm them. And they use it in their housework, too. Fels-Naptha is just as superior in cleaning and scrubbing as in washing clftthes. Whitens the floors as well as cleans them, brightens up the dingy paints; brings out the color in oil-cloths and linoleums; removes spots from varnished surfaces with out dulling. Remember Fels-Naptha does its work better with cool or lukewarm water than with hot water. Follow the directions on >he red and green wrapper. Use any time of vear sons jaw git eeven bigger & his eyes got big & bulgy like the eyes In a fish. Doant you agree with me, Mister Macferson, sed Pa, that Rusevelt Is the man who is going to save this country? No, sed Pa’s frend. Doant you beeleeve in the un-dying principles of the Progressive party? sed Pa. No, sed Pa’s frend. Doant you beeleeve that in the long run the principles for which Mister Rusevelt has stood for so long, as loy ally as the peepul has stood tor Mister Rusevelt, will in time triumph at the polls ? No, sed Pa’s frend. Arter he was gone, Ma laffed ft sed to Pa: Howe are you, Daniel Webster? lou are the most convincing gent I evver saw. Do You Know— In France there is a tax on doors and windows ‘First instituted in Switzerland, sav ings banks were started In 1787. Poets laureate, the earliest of whom was Ben Jonson, were first appointed by letters patent in 1615. Blind people in Pittsburg have been provided with police whistles, to enable them to summon police assistance when crossing the street. Four sparrows attended a harvest festival service at Bolney (Sussex) Parish church, flying into the building just as the congregation started the 104th Psalm. One of the birds perched on the organ, and nodded Its head to the music. Tiring of the organ, it flew across the church, and in doing so /nocked off the organist's glasses. The bird was then attracted to the choir and feasted itself on some corn within a few inches of a chorister’s head. It stayed until the collection was about to be taken, and then flew out of the church.